We have another free story for you today. This one is a tie-in for our Flesh-Eating Cheerleader’s comic series. While the story does tie in, it also works as a stand-alone story. So, we hope you enjoy it!
Susan Clay couldn’t have been happier.
With the afternoon off, all she needed to do was relax. The kids were gone, and her husband was still at work. So, she could sit at home and not worry about anything for a few hours.
And after the other night… the memories of the evening were still swimming in her memory. If her husband hadn’t been pulled away just as they were getting intimate, it would have been perfect. She smiled thinking about it. Maybe if they could get the kids in bed early enough tonight they could finish what they started. She had just the outfit for it.
Just thinking about it was getting her excited. Yes, once the kids were in bed she would make sure that she got her husband’s attention.
She went upstairs, and went into her bedroom. Pulling out the lingerie, a white bustier with matching panties, and stockings, she admired it, thinking of the time she and her husband were going to have that evening.
Since they’d had kids, their sex life had waned, as it did with all marriages she supposed. They’d fallen into a bit of a rut. He’d go to work at the university every day, come home, play with the kids and by the time they got them to bed, he was too exhausted for anything else. She hadn’t been much better. It was work, kids and then bed almost every day. They didn’t have time for each other.
But then, a couple of months ago, something must have clicked, and that romantic light had gotten turned back on. All of a sudden, he was bringing her home flowers, being more attentive, and overall just being the wonderful husband he’d been when they first were married.
She didn’t know what had made him make the change, but she wasn’t about to complain about it. Him setting up that babysitter the other night, one of his students from the university, for a romantic evening out had been the clincher. And she smiled to herself again thinking about how wonderful it had been.
The doorbell rang. Susan sighed to herself and laid the lingerie out on the bed. She’d come back to it later.
Then she sauntered down the stairs to see who it was at the door.
When she opened the door, she was surprised to see who it was.
“Hello, Mrs. Clay,” said the girl she’d only met the other night.
“Oh, hi,” Susan said with a hint of confusion. “Paula, right?”
The girl nodded.
She wasn’t sure what Paula was doing here, but she could see the girl looked a little upset. She had some dark circles under her eyes, and she looked like she’d been crying.
“Umm… Professor Clay is still at the school,” she told the girl sympathetically.
“Oh, I know,” whined Paula nervously. “I was actually hoping I could talk to you.”
Susan couldn’t imagine what the girl wanted to speak to her for. They’d only met for a few minutes before and after her date with her husband. But she still motioned for her to come inside. “Okay. Tell me what’s going on.”
She was upset. That much would have been obvious to even the most casual observer. She hung her head and didn’t speak. Though her hair covered most of her face, the sniffles emanating from behind that dark curtain told Susan that the girl was crying.
Susan wanted to say something consoling to her, but she didn’t know what she could possibly say to her. So, instead she just said, “Why don’t we go into the kitchen and get something to drink?”
“All right,” said Paula sadly.
She led the girl into the kitchen where she grabbed some iced tea from the refrigerator and poured it into a glass. She placed it on the table and motioned for Paula to sit as she sat down opposite her.
“So, what’s the matter?”
Paula took a sip of the iced tea, placed the glass on the table, and took another sip before she spoke. As she looked up at Susan, she could see the streaks of recent tears on her cheeks.
“Mrs. Clay, I’m so sorry. But… I…” Her voice trailed off and she grabbed the glass again.
“Paula,” she said sympathetically, though a feeling of doom had come over her. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”
She sniffed and put the glass down again. Then she took a deep breath. She screwed up her face into a look of determination, and when she spoke her voice cracked slightly. “Okay. The other night, when I was here, and you had gone upstairs. Professor Clay, made me… made me…”
That feeling of doom was growing ever more present. She couldn’t be about to say what Susan thought she was going to say. “Paula, what happened?”
“Professor Clay made me give him a blow job,” she finished. Fresh tears streamed down her face now, and her eyes seemed to grow a little darker. She turned her head and pointed at the counter. “Right over there.”
Silence filled the room for a moment. Susan sat in shock while the girl in front of her continued pointing at the spot where…
No, it couldn’t have been true. How could he have done that? Right under her nose? When she was just upstairs? After one of the most romantic evenings they’d had in years? Her mind refused to believe it.
And yet…
She remembered the other night when she’d come out of the bathroom wearing the skimpy lingerie. He’d seemed distracted, almost like his mind was elsewhere. And then he rushed out of the room the first chance he had. Had he really been trying to cover up what he’d done only minutes before?
She looked at the girl. The areas around her eyes were really dark, though Paula refused to look directly at her.
“What did he…?” she couldn’t bring herself to ask the question. Susan both wanted to know more, and also would rather have stayed ignorant of it all.
She had been so happy and content a few minutes ago, and now she felt like her whole world was crashing down around her.
“It wasn’t the first time,” Paula continued. “I’ve met him in his office for some tutoring. And he’s… well… he’s fucked me.”
The words came out her mouth before she even realized. “And… how long…?”
“Since… the beginning of the semester.”
This was just too much. Susan stood up as if the chair had suddenly grown spikes beneath her. She stared at the girl for a moment, and then said simply, “Thank you for telling me this. I think you should go now… before he gets home.”
Then she turned and walked out of the kitchen before the girl could utter another word. She stumbled up the stairs, just barely able to keep her balance. She made it to her bedroom and only then allowed the weight of what she had just discovered fall upon her.
Susan sank to her knees next to the bed and began to sob. The warm wetness covered her face.
She’d been so stupid. Now that she’d heard the words, she knew she should have realized what the change in her husband’s behavior had meant. Since the beginning of the semester? Yes, that’s exactly when he’d started being more romantic. But it wasn’t a desire to be closer to her, it was because he felt guilty of what he was doing with that harlot.
No. Not a harlot. Paula had been just as much a victim in all this as Susan was. At least, that’s how it seemed. Her husband had coerced her, forced her to do those things. He was a piece of shit, and when he got home…
She sobbed again. When he got home, what? Her marriage was over. There was nothing to be done to change that now. What was she going to do? Give him a chance to explain himself? What would be gained by that? No, better to not confront him at all. She’d take the kids when they came home and simply go.
But she so longed to sink her nails into his throat and watch him bleed.
How could he do this to her? After eleven years of marriage? After all they had been through together? To throw it all away for sex with a young coed? Why?
“Oh, this is sexy,” came a voice that shocked Susan back into reality.
She looked up, standing not two feet away, holding up the white lingerie she’d set on the bed was Paula.
She didn’t look sad any longer, but triumphant. Her eyes, which were dark before, were positively black now.
“How did you…? Get out!” Susan screamed at her.
“Do you think when you’re wearing this, it makes you more attractive to him? Or do you think he still pictures me in his head while he’s fucking you?”
Susan stood up, angry now at this girl. “How dare you!” She snatched the lingerie out of Paula’s hands. Then pushed the girl away. “I told you to get out!”
But Paula didn’t budge. She just stood there, smiling at Susan as if this was exactly what she wanted. Her eyes were so dark, it was frightening, and Susan stepped back away from her.
What was she doing here? This girl who’d seemed so frail and beaten a few minutes ago, now appeared to be strong and confident. The guilt that had surrounded her, seemed now to have dissipated. Was everything she’d said in the kitchen a lie? Was it all just an act? If so, what was the purpose?
“Why don’t you put that on?” Paula asked her, pointing at the lingerie. “We can see just how sexy you look in it. Then we can see who your husband really desires.”
Susan looked at her in disbelief for a moment. She would never believe anyone could be so forward. She stared into those dark eyes though and saw only an infinite abyss. There was nothing but cruelty in those eyes now. This girl wanted to hurt her. She was sure of it.
“I want you to leave now.”
Paula shook her head and came toward her. Susan backed away.
“What do you want?”
Paula laughed at her. It was a mirthless laugh—one full of evil intent. “I’m here to eliminate the competition.”
Susan backed up until she reached the wall. With nowhere left to go, she stood, cringing, as Paula came toward her. “So… everything you told me… that was a lie?”
Another evil laugh issued from the girl’s mouth. As her mouth opened wide, Susan saw within. There was something wrong with the girl’s tongue, it looked… alive.
“No. What your husband and I have done… let’s just say I’m willing to do things with him that you aren’t.”
Susan slapped her.
Paula didn’t react to the blow.
Susan slapped her again, harder. A trickle of blood dripped from her lip. Still the girl didn’t react.
Susan swung to hit the girl again, this time her fist balled to punch her. But Paula grabbed her by the wrist and squeezed. They girl was strong, much stronger than she looked. Susan screamed in pain and gave up the attempt to cause her harm.
Paula pushed her back into the wall as if she were a doll.
“Now, put that on,” Paula said, indicating the white lingerie, before I really have to hurt you.
“And then?”
“And then we wait for your husband to come home.” Paula stood and waited, watching Susan, waiting for her to undress. “Then we’ll see which of us he really prefers.”